The harp of Erin, the poetical works of T. Dermody [ed. by J.G. Raymond].1807 |
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agni bard beneath blest bloom blushing bosom bow'r breast breathe bright brow charm cheek courser crown'd Damon dead dear delight Dermody divine domino jam domum impasti doth e'en Eurus Ev'n ev'ry fair fame Fancy feel fir'd flame flow'r fond genius gleam glitt'ring gloom glow Gorlois grace hapless master Hark heart heav'n honour hornet's sting Hudibrastic immortal song jam non vacat JAMES BLAND KILLEIGH meed mind minstrel Mopsus mortal muse muse's naiad ne'er night numbers o'er pale Pity pow'r praise pride proud purple RALPH ABERCROMBIE rapture refin'd rhyme rise rude sage scene shade sigh sight skies smile soft song sooth sorrow soul strain sublime sweet swell tear thee thine THOMAS DERMODY thou throne Thyrsis tuneful ulmo unfed flocks Vaucluse vex'd virtue warbling ween wild wind wound ye minions ye straggling youth
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109 페이지 - And further, his majesty professed, that were he to invite the devil to a dinner, he should have three dishes : first, a pig : second, a poll of ling and mustard; and third, a pipe of tobacco, for digesture.
108 페이지 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
27 페이지 - Rien n'est beau que le vrai : le vrai seul est aimable ; II doit régner partout, et même dans la fable.
96 페이지 - Vile olus, et duris hserentia mora rubetis, Pugnantis stomachi composuere famem. Flumine vicino stultus sitit, et riget Euro, Cum calidus tepido consonat igne rogus Lex armata sedet circum fera limina nuptse, Nil metuit licito fusa puella toro.
246 페이지 - RANK nurse of nonsense; on whose thankless coas-t The base weed thrives, the nobler bloom is lost : Parent of pride and poverty, where dwell Dullness and brogue and calumny : — farewell ! Lo ! from thy land the tuneful prophet flies, And spurns the dust behind in folly's eyes. Merit, bright meteor, o'er thy gloomy night...
230 페이지 - To Pleasure's wiles an easy prey, Beneath this sod a bosom lies, Yet, spare the meek offender's clay, Nor part with dry averted eyes. O, stranger ! if thy wayward lot Through Folly's heedless maze has led, Here nurse the true, the tender thought, And fling the wild flow'r on his head ! For he, by this cold hillock clad, Where tall grass twines the pointed stone, Each gentlest balm of feeling had, To soothe all sorrow but his own. For he, by tuneful Fancy rear'd, (Though, ever dumb, he sleeps below!)...
207 페이지 - Heav'n lend thy soul its surest port, And introduce thee to the court ; Revive again thy earthly sport, And melt thy lead ! Alas ! we mourn ; for, by the mort ! John Baynham's dead. , " No curate now can work thy throat, And alter clean thy jocund note; Charon has plump'd thee in his boat, And run a-head : My curse on death, the meddling sot ! Gay Johnny's dead. ^ With gills of noblest usquebaugh...
49 페이지 - Yet, oh ! be love transform'd to deadly hate, As freezes memory at Marlow's fate : Disastrous bard ! by too much passion warm'd, His fervid breast a menial beauty charm'd ; Nor, vers'd in arts deceitful woman knows, Saw he the prospect of his future woes. Vain the soft plaint, that sordid breast to fire With warmth refin'd or elegant desire; Vain his melodious magic, to impart Affections foreign to th' unfeeling heart ; In guardless ecstacy's delicious glow, He sinks beneath a vassal murd'rers blow.
209 페이지 - how dare you write Such stuff on me, as dead outright ; I think, by this good candle-light, You've earn'da drubbing. ' Pho ! peace,' said I, ' I'll blot it quite ; Aye, by St. Dobbin.
222 페이지 - GUDE faith! with all thy roguish trick, Thy Pegasus has got a kick ; Flat as a tomb-stone, dumb as stick, Thou liest at last: God send, thou gang'st not to old Nick For frolics past! '' I do remember thee right well: Thou didst in witty pranks excel, Can all thy deeds of sly note tell, Thou great verse-fighter; But, ah ! auld Death has borne the bell, And bit the biter. " Right glum * is all thy rhyming glee; Struck mute, who wont to be so free: Yet, yet shall I, on bended knee (Faithfu' Achates...